Penelope

Don’t look at me and pause, give one of your sighs, seen those looks before, it's how I live now, not your interesting life, God you’re no pillow, all of those good causes, I was barely alive, so many conditional clauses, and all the time how, when you lived so right, you expected me to follow, it's how a story falls, about the way you cried, when I needed comfort, cold water brings no wows, warm easy cosy nights, you always carried a plough, never sailed on the tide.

Ophelia

You stroll off the meter, but you Won't see me, begging by the theatre, blow on polished fingers, at the Salon du Te,' hear policemen whisper, discuss fine places to be, sip Darjeeling, don't need to miss a beat, a guest of distinction, such a pleasure to meet, inform you who's singing, for all of those parties, you give by by the sea, brings them good company, do waves rise in rhythm, to remember our street, where in rags and rayon, you struggled to eat. .

Nora

You'd gamble any right, your daughter says, including unforgiven nights, drained you like a drain, the times you swayed, in falling snow or rain, within slate blue eyes, you could never contain, the reasons why, letting go is the same, were you born that way, smoking by a naked flame, her grin is like a prize, a chuckle on Saint’s day, like she's run a mile, unhook the gas cage, make tea on the range, bring whiskey out today, there's ghosts to lay.

Molly

Standing out of reach, he says don't leave me, am crying for the sea, can anyone entertain, such unforgiving need, like someone derailed, I say just take it easy, what do you want to see, staring at our destiny, dunes shift on the beach, in his eyes you can feel, a twisted knife of agony, I hum a stupid refrain, how to enjoy freedom, when promises are made, a life of safe passagee, rises up before me, pretend it don’t matter, what might have been.

Lia

Am pretty sure of what to do, around your knees, a tattered sheepskin warms you, birds cling to the ferry, passion no longer creases me, we hardly go on holiday, your lover and your son, say I'm not easy, well, what's done is done, interesting but uncaring, you'd never fight for me, water brings other yearnings, which is sad but true, when orange lights the sea, I’m not thinking of you, this night of coming liberty, I'll drink Merlot and breathe, lend you to your family, set my spirits free.

Kaylee

You laugh on the avenue, but it’s not the heat, deserts delight you, you’d say that fools, always miss the beat, when looking at ruins, you grow in certitude, like an oasis green, before the sun and wind, you'll sail again soon, like the falling leaves, when autumn is due, poverty yellow and blue, destroys wilder dreams, brings no solace to you, inside you hum a tune, turn your head serene, will capture other routes, spirit rise from deep .

Jane

light swingS towards me, along the evening beach, . sardine boats bob at sea, at the raging hotel bar, I hear rain and keen, drum on the duck boards, we drink unhappily, you bring a pot of tea, absurd false pleasantry, don't try to condone, another hateful breach, to note we are alone, I want to somehow feel, but this opacty, splits like lightning, cuts me to the bone, tightens new dungarees, no one's coming home, only stairs to creep.